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“Biker Bill Blues”
They nailed me up in a second-hand casket Carried me to Charity Hill They gave me a cut and a cardboard tombstone And they called me Biker Bill
I’m feelin’ down, I’m feelin’ lonesome I feel like this damn road will never end I feel like the time’s been wasted Like maybe I lost a friend
Hey momma, take a look at your son now Couldn’t rob a man of a one dollar bill But they locked me in a galvanized dungeon Momma loves me like you never will
Well it’s always has been a good trip Just that sometimes I don’t do so well Sometimes the lying ain’t worth buyin’ At the price you’ve got to sell
Copyright 1972 (Winterhorse)
Henry Paustian
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